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It has been a week since George's funeral and it's been a week since I've gone home. The mansion was left empty except for the housekeepers and gardeners who come in from time to time. I still couldn't bear to go home.

I stepped out of the car and let the valet take my car before entering the hotel. I went straight to the elevator, not wanting to deal with anyone and as the elevator doors closed, a hand stopped it. I let out a sigh of frustration as another person entered. I pushed myself onto the corner, trying to avoid any conversation as much as possible. I could feel the man, looking at me from time to time, but I kept my gaze forward.

"Hey." The man greeted me, but I ignored him.

"O-kay. My name's Alex." He said with a small wave.

I let out a sigh and moved forward so that he was behind me. The elevator ride suddenly felt excruciatingly long. The man tapped my shoulder before slipping a calling card in my suit pocket.

"Call me. You look like you need it." He said with a wink before exiting the elevator.

I rolled my eyes and quickly closed the doors. I rest my head on the side of the elevator as I watch the numbers go up. As soon as I entered the presidential suite, I took off the suit jacket and tossed it on the chair. The calling card slipped out and I picked it up. I walked over to the trash can to throw it out, but hesitated.

I inspected the card and read what was on it.

Escort Services by Alex Smith

I twirled the card in my hand and contemplated saving the number or not. I decided to save a number, just in case, before throwing out the calling card. I saved the contact with the name Alex Smith before shoving the phone in my pocket. I dropped myself on the couch, letting out a deep sigh.

Ever since George's death, work has become unbearable. None of my so-called friends even bothered to check up on me. I scoffed at the thought. My phone rang and I pulled it out of my pocket. It was a message from a friend, asking me to go out clubbing. I replied that I'll be there soon before changing into some jeans, shirt, and a leather jacket.

I went in the elevator, hoping that the ride would not be interrupted by another person. I quickly got out of the elevator and found the valet already waiting for me with my car. I handed him a hundred-dollar bill before getting inside the car and driving off.

Maybe this is what I needed. To get out and drink my emotions away until I turn numb. It didn't take long for me to reach the club. I parked the car and went past the people waiting in line. I heard a few grumbles and shouts of annoyance behind me, but I ignored them as I entered past the bouncers.

I looked around and saw my friends in the VIP booth and as soon as they saw me, they waved me over. Mike, one of the guys, immediately handed me a shot and I quickly downed it before asking for another one as I sat down. One shot is handed to me, one after another until I'm left dancing in the middle of the dance floor.

I could feel multiple bodies pressing against mine, but I didn't care. I just let myself get lost in the music. Hours and hours pass by and I could feel the exhaustion get the best of me. I went back to the booth, but found it empty.

"Fuck." I muttered under my breath.

I went over to the bar to order another drink, but the bartender stopped me.

"You had enough man. I can't give you another one." He said.

"Just one more drink. One more drink isn't going to hurt." I mumbled.

The bartender sighs. "No. Also, your friends left you with the tab. If I were you, I wouldn't hang out with them anymore." He said while shaking his head.

I let out a sigh and handed him my credit card. He swiped the card to pay the tab before handing the card back to me. I put the card back in my pocket before standing up. My legs, unfortunately, did not cooperate, making me stumble out of the seat. I felt someone catch me by my waist and I tried to push them away.

"Don't push me. I'm only trying to help." The person grumbled.

"I'm- I'm fine," I said before standing up straight, but quickly lost my balance.

The person caught me again, before slinging my arm around his shoulder and his arm around my waist. I didn't dare fight anymore as he dragged me out of the club. I was slowly starting to lose consciousness. I could feel myself getting put inside the car, and as soon as I felt the seat underneath me, I finally passed out.

...

I woke up later with a pounding headache. I reached for my phone on the nightstand but found it empty. I sat up from the bed, and found myself in an unfamiliar room. I pull the covers to find my phone only to reveal a half naked man beside me.

"What the fuck?" The man grumbled, pulling back the sheets over his head.

I looked down at my chest and found that I was only wearing boxers. "Shit," I muttered under my breath.

This seems to get the man's attention as he pulls the covers away from his face and sits up.

"Oh, hey. Good morning." He greeted.

"Good morning? Did something happen last night?" I asked him. And then it hit me. He was the same man in the elevator. The guy who handed me his calling card. "Did we-"

"No. Nothing happened. I brought you home from the club last night." He said as he stands up from the bed.

"Oh. Thanks, I guess." I replied. "Where are my clothes?"

"You threw up on them. I sent them to the laundry. You can borrow my clothes for the meantime." He said as he walks over to his luggage, pulling out a shirt and a pair of pants.

"I'm sorry about all this. I wish I didn't cause you too much trouble." I said as I take the clothes from. "I'll give this back to you as soon as I can."

"You can keep them. I'll be leaving soon anyway." He said with a small smile.

"Oh," I replied, not being able to hide the disappointment from my voice.

Somehow this strange man managed to be better than all of my friends. He could've left me at the bar yet he still took care of me.

"Why do you sound disappointed?" He asked, amusement evident in his voice.

"Yeah, well no one has really done this much for me, except for George," I replied.

"How about your frie- oh. Who's George?" He asked.

"My butler. Was my butler. He passed away a week ago."

"I'm sorry. Wait, you had a butler?" He said as he looks me in the eye. He was inspecting my face. "You're Levi Miller. Damn. I didn't think I would meet you this way."

"Yeah," I replied. "I, uhm, can I ask something?" I said as I put on the clothes he gave me. "You're an escort, right?"

"Yep. So you read my card."

"I did." I suddenly felt nervous. I averted my gaze from him as I tried to come up with words.

"You're not judging me are you?" He asked.

"No! No, I'm not. I was just wondering." I replied in a panic.

"I was just teasing you. Why do you want to avail my services?" He asked teasingly.

"Yeah," I replied, not being able to stop the word from coming out, making my face turn beet red.

"Oh. Yeah, sure. We can talk about it later. There's a cafe nearby, let's just meet there. twelve pm sounds good to you?" He asked.

"Yeah, that's good. We'll meet there." I replied.

He gave me a nod before leading me to the door. He gave me my phone and wallet before I left the room. I let out a sigh as soon as I got out. What the fuck have I done.